Sunday July 29 2007
Read the Times. Got Starbucks. My Barista was kind of cold. She didn’t ask me how I was. Home, and worked for a while. Still working on the Kennerley songs. To Hopkins for lunch, then called Grimey, and he was on his way back from his HS reunion. He said let’s meet at El Mariachi, so we did, and K. West came. We had lots of food, and there were some good laughs. Home and went to the library. Found (miraculously) the Final Cut, the last of the Ian Richardson trilogy, so I watched that and had some bourbon and hit the h.